Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 796

Selena took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head slightly to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. Everett was momentarily taken aback, feeling his anger slowly ebb away with her soft compliance and deliberate warmth.

Yet, satisfaction eluded him. He couldn’t quite grasp why, even knowing his mother had played those recordings to drive a wedge between him and Selena, he still cared so deeply. Was it a blow to his male pride, or just the age-old human greed? Having claimed her body, he now craved her heart.

As his anger faded, it was replaced by a deep longing. He held her tight, coaxing her to respond. He kissed her lips, savoring her sweetness, pinning her beneath him and watching her tremble and unravel for him. It wasn't until he saw the tears in her eyes, the veins on her temple, the redness at her eyes' corners, and heard her breathless, stifled whimpers that he felt a trace of satisfaction.

Finally, Everett softened, his touch becoming tender and lingering. Their passionate encounter stretched into the early hours, wrapping up just after four in the morning. The world outside was silent, broken only by their mingled breaths.

Selena lay against his chest, utterly spent. She listened as Everett’s heartbeat slowed from its frantic pace. She guessed his anger had faded. Relieved, she sighed softly. Though exhausted, the sticky feeling on her skin was uncomfortable.

After a brief rest, Selena propped herself up, slipped on a light robe, and made her way to the bathroom, immersing herself in warm water. Her head rested against the tub's edge as she gazed at the mysterious darkness outside, her thoughts inscrutable.

After a while, Selena emerged from the bathroom to find Everett still awake. He was half-leaning against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers, and in his other hand, he held a small bottle, inspecting it closely. Recognizing the box, Selena's steps faltered.

Everett’s dark eyes flicked toward her. He stubbed out the cigarette and sat up, holding the bottle aloft with a voice that gave nothing away. “What’s this?”